I know of few restaurants in the world where a single meal is worth a plane trip. But Noir in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam is one of them. The reason is not so much the food itself - although it’s very good, and without that, the success of the project would be greatly compromised - but the experience.
I have had a most rare vision - past the wit of this man to say precisely what it was, but I will try. I went to Singapore thinking I would find a city - the “concrete jungle” as the tired metaphor goes. But Singapore also has a fair amount of actual jungle. The hot and humid climate certainly goes for the jungular. Many of the buildings around town have greenery climbing up their walls. The parks - and particularly the city’s impressive botanic gardens - are home to some spectacular sylvan arabesques.
Hello everyone, and welcome to The Rakish Man. My name is Léon Philippe and I am here with all the right responses to your sartorial queries. I’ve poured my first glass of Grand Marnier, so let’s get started.
The recent hullabaloo over airline dress codes made me reconsider my own mile high outfits. I’m usually more of a jeans and polo guy, which has never gotten me kicked off a flight, but maybe I should be trying harder? What do you suggest that men wear on planes?
I am in my favorite city. Its name, for the moment, does not matter. Favorite cities generally aren’t the ones we actually live in. We save favorites for places that we pass through infrequently and superficially enough to be a tourist, not a resident. Tourism means indulging in all of the invented fantasies of a place without suffering its day-to-day realities.